But we will postpone further talk. You will think over
what I have said?'
Marian promised that she would, and was glad to bring the
conversation to an end.
When Sunday came, Yule inquired of his daughter if she had any
engagement for the afternoon.
'Yes, I have,' she replied, with an effort to disguise her
embarrassment.
'I'm sorry. I thought of asking you to come with me to Quarmby's.
Shall you be away through the evening?'
'Till about nine o'clock, I think.'
'Ah! Never mind, never mind.'
He tried to dismiss the matter as if it were of no moment, but
Marian saw the shadow that passed over his countenance. This was
just after breakfast. For the remainder of the morning she did
not meet him, and at the mid-day dinner he was silent, though he
brought no book to the table with him, as he was wont to do when
in his dark moods. Marian talked with her mother, doing her best
to preserve the appearance of cheerfulness which was natural
since the change in Yule's demeanour.
She chanced to meet her father in the passage just as she was
going out.
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